[ Aymeric's only desire is to be with Phya and make up for the time that they both have lost. If her desire is to be held and protected, then he is more than willing to oblige. He has missed her, a thing that does not need to be said, and so it seems that their desires are by and large the same.
But before they can be as they were, he must be healed and recovered so that he can be the leader and provider and partner that he needs to be. And so he grits his teeth, anticipating an unpleasant experience as she sets to work healing his injuries.
What follows is something even he was unprepared for. Her feeling his aether is not what hurts; it isn't until she begins working to undo the knots of aether that have formed, undoing the healing that has started, that the full meaning of her warnings crashes down on him.
It feels as though he is being cut apart with a knife as she undoes what healing has started. Suddenly he can see nothing except a blinding white pain, and his hands grip the blankets beneath them, turning the skin of his knuckles white as well.
Eventually, as the minutes seem to pass, some of his vision clears and the pain becomes less sharp but still uncomfortable. He finds himself trying to latch onto anything that he can think of to distract from the discomfort, but as she works, his mind only conjures up memories of the day he was bitten by the dragon, which hardly lends to a state of ease.
Still, he tries to simply force himself to lie still so he does not cause her trouble as she continues to work. ]
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But before they can be as they were, he must be healed and recovered so that he can be the leader and provider and partner that he needs to be. And so he grits his teeth, anticipating an unpleasant experience as she sets to work healing his injuries.
What follows is something even he was unprepared for. Her feeling his aether is not what hurts; it isn't until she begins working to undo the knots of aether that have formed, undoing the healing that has started, that the full meaning of her warnings crashes down on him.
It feels as though he is being cut apart with a knife as she undoes what healing has started. Suddenly he can see nothing except a blinding white pain, and his hands grip the blankets beneath them, turning the skin of his knuckles white as well.
Eventually, as the minutes seem to pass, some of his vision clears and the pain becomes less sharp but still uncomfortable. He finds himself trying to latch onto anything that he can think of to distract from the discomfort, but as she works, his mind only conjures up memories of the day he was bitten by the dragon, which hardly lends to a state of ease.
Still, he tries to simply force himself to lie still so he does not cause her trouble as she continues to work. ]